I Heart the Queen Creek Olive Mill

I have had one hell of a morning, let me tell you. I was looking so forward to breakfast at the Olive Mill, that my kids were all ready to go and waiting in the car at 8:00 am sharp. While we were waiting for Kathie to get to our house, Penelope barfed all over herself. It was pink milk, which if you have never experienced firsthand how truly disgusting curdled thrown up milk is, you have quite a parenting adventure ahead of you. It is the WORST to clean up. It sticks to everything like putty, and the stench permeates the nostrils all day, no matter if you wash your hands in paint thinner. So, before we even left, I had a disaster to recover from. I rushed in, put Peepers in outfit #3 of the day, quickly cleaned up the barf the best I could, laid down a blanket, and buckled her in. Once we got to the field at the Mill, Penelope promptly barfed again. This time was less milk, more apple juice. So, dress #2 came off, and I just let her roam the field in her bloomers, in case she felt like throwing up again. After being there for 10 minutes, Landen had diarrhea that had to be changed. On the way home, Penelope screamed her head off (poor baby) then threw up again twice in her carseat, all over herself. And Landen had a diarrhea blowout that seeped out all over his shorts and into his carseat. I could have lost my head, but I am proud to say I was completely calm through this whole ordeal. Once we got home, I pulled out Peepers and carried her inside (which of course got puke all over me, but not really worried about it). got Landy out, stripped them both down, hosed them off in the shower and let them play in the tub. They got out 100% happier and smelling 200% better.

I know that this is the makings of a horrible day. However, this may be one of my best days ever. Why, you ask? Because at the Olive Mill I had this for breakfast.


It was the chef's special, Green Eggs & Ham Panini. Delicious buttery foccacia bread, eggs, basil pesto, provolone cheese, and the most amazing smoked ham from the Queen Creek Pork Shop. I can't even tell you how ridiculously tasty it was. It was probably the best breakfast I've ever had. Ever. And the kids had a great time running around the field barefoot (and topless in Peepers case) through their misters on the patio eating gelato and climbing the Olive Trees. It was a great morning regardless of all the digestive problems. I left today with a bottle of their truffle oil, which I will use tomorrow for dinner brushed on some homemade french bread and toasted in the oven, sprinkled with sea salt and freshly ground black pepper. I will also post a recipe for Truffled Parmesan Popcorn that I'm going to try next week. I HIGHLY recommend the Olive Mill, you simply must go.